I am the Winter-Elf.
Soft and strong, a wall of the coldest ice that covers your soul like a heavy blanket, freezing so fast that pain washes over each droplet of blood until the warmth of bathing in firelight overcomes you, a simple plea from Lord Death that proves the winter is not as harsh as you may name it.
Each snowflake individual, unique, perfect... and yet each has the power to freeze so deeply that you will never laugh again.
I am the Winter-Elf... and yet winter kills, so, too, does it know the power of play.